| Bridgette O'Leary |
As more people arrived and started in on the conversation, Bridgette resorted to her typical behavior standing among everyone and quietly listening to everyone's various conversations. It's something she picked up in her early years as a human child, being a human was nothing akin to being a Faerie. So many times when playing with the groups of other children in the streets of her village, she found herself making a fool of herself. Many times being teased, by the other children, the nickname 'Odd Duck' followed her around for many years.
Even the parents would sometimes comment to Sean and Mary about the odd little things the children would tell them about Bridgette. But the O'Leary's wouldn't hear any of it, in their eyes the good Lord had brought their little girl back from the dead. So if she had a few odd quirks they would love her just the same, it's what drew Bridgette to humans in the first place their ability to form such strong bonds with each other. The Faerie folk didn't worry about making bonds with their children, as a child you didn't even stay with your parents longer than a few months till you were old enough to be on your own. Having a child, was just to add another worker to the group not because a pair loved each other and wanted to nurture that love by creating an offspring.
The few that knew her story, mostly the older people in Bluffinton would ask her, why she just didn't go back to her own people and family after the O'Learys passed on. Bridgette would sigh and tell them it wouldn't have mattered is she had gone back or not, her life would have just reverted back to the dull monotonous existence that it had been before she crawled into the cradle of that human child. It was hard seeing people you cared about come and go, but.... she would have never made connections with people like that ever if she had just gone back to her kin. It all came down to... being with the humans made her happy, so even with the sad times, the good times out weighed them substantially enough that she never returned to the Faerie Folk.
"I'm Adam, by the way. I don't think we've met. As a matter of fact, I don't think I've met any of you lovely people."
Bridgette looked up at the newcomer in town, there had been a few of those recently because well... Buffinton tended to attract all types of beings in this world. It was one of the reasons she loved the town so much.
"No, I certainly don't remember meeting ya Adam. Unless you've come into my shop. If ya had I apologize, sometimes I get so many people come'n and go'n through there that I can't keep up with'em all. My name is Bridgette O'Leary, I own O'Leary Produce across the way." She smiled and held out her hand to shake Adams.
As Lif, went on a trying to get the attentions of the newcomer, Bridgette internally shook her head and sighed. That girl I swear, like a peacock in the middle of mating season. Always wanting everyone to look at her plumes. Bridgette thought to herself.
She had already gone around with Kris, and nearly burnt down his shop. It was times like that, when Bridgette appreciated being in the form of a female, because Lif would always go for the males attention before she would a female in the group. She knew that she was beautiful and dangerous, using this to boost her own ego. In the end Lif was never looking for something meaningful with the men that fawned over her, the only thing she wanted is for them to fawn in the first place. Not that she didn't like Lif, it was just hard to keep things going in a conversation when a woman strips naked and sets herself on fire in the middle of it.